Ralph Compton Death Along The Cimarron (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
The first night had been uneventful, sheltered as she was beneath a deep cliff overhang. But on the second night, in the hours before dawn, Danielle was awakened by Sundown nickering low and warily from where Danielle had grazed her in sweet grass less than twenty yards away. Hearing the mare, Danielle rolled quietly from her blanket, her rifle in hand. She crouched back out of the circling glow of firelight, listening for any sound out of the ordinary. For the rest of the night she stayed back away from the fire, blanket wrapped around her, barely seeing the silhouette of the mare in the moon’s glow. At first light, Danielle picked up Sundown’s bridle and walked down to where the big mare stood waiting. Sundown turned her head to face Danielle, and Danielle reached out a hand and rubbed the velvety muzzle. “Easy, girl,” Danielle whispered. As she stroked the mare, her eyes searched along the stream, up along the rock ledges and into the darkened shadows and crevices. “What was up there?”
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